I met my match in the eye of the storm,
Among the wreckage of those forlorn.
I a rag and she a galleon with no sail.
She told me how she had lost her captain.
That he had fallen for the heart of the sea.
And she alone in the fog had gone astray.
We are lost and all at sea.
We have nowhere to land.
I will be your island.
I'll be your north star.
Yeah I'll be your north star.
I told her I was once a proud main-sail.
And my vessel was a faithful merchant kind.
But she was conquered and condemned to the deep.
So I surrendered to the mighty tempest.
It tore my skin and chewed me to the core.
Til' I awoke by the beauty of your waterline.
We are lost and all at sea.
We have nowhere to land.
I will be your island.
I'll be your north star.
Yeah I'll be your north star.